Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Go LIVE stress test...Stressed out

Here I am. Sitting infront a laptop that doesn't even belong to me. Executed two session of manual stress test equivalent to 474 patient registration in the system. My eyes are sore from looking at the screen and my brain is numb from Copy,Paste,Enter for more than 200 times. And the clock is ticking!Its going to  7pm. They are discussing should a third manual stress test conducted after a new fix deployed in the system. The developers are given approximately an hour to do fixes for the new bugs.Each time a session ends and each time a fix is done, I wonder why they keep on hitting on new errors? So whats really the point?..clearly its plain that each time a fix is deployed more bugs are found than the number of bugs fixed.
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The question is Are they willing to take the risk of going live with bugs and questionable fixes...even with a work around solution? Would it reflect the quality of the delivered system? I guess if they do go live;the clients minimal exit criteria was met but is there any exit criteria at all in the first place? Or the call is solely in the hand of the BIGGIES who would rather go live now than extend the time for a better deliverable?...Only tommorow can answer the question.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

A Blinged Ceremony

Sunday 6.12.2009...marked the engagement of one of my friend, Jessvin. Held in Royal Lake Club at Tasik Perdana, it was truly a 'blinged' Punjabi ceremony filled with dance and music. Not forgetting the friendly and warm welcome the family gave with an open heart to celebrate the pre-union of not just two souls; Jessvin and Arvind but the two families as well.

As usual, being us, its quite a feat to arrive at any function on time. Punctuality never been our better attribute . So we reached the hall around 6.40 pm after chirping off how late we are, the bad jam,there is no car park; when some of us should have arrived at 5.00 pm per request by the bride-to-be(I think these some of us would know who they are). Hey we cannot help it!Whats an Indian if we don't arrive at Indian timing.

Being late always has its downside, we couldn't find a table to sit at. Every single table and chair are taken. Finally,  failing  to find a table, we decided to steal someone table that was already occupied by 3 elders. 3 very talkative elders if you ask me.Engaging us in a conversation,they asked whether we were employed. After awhile,  one quipped 'All the girls are employed.All the boys are not!'. Because the guys we stole the seats from were all unemployed! And one was a magician who looked like a bad clone of Elvis Presley. I remember the aunty saying something about the girls should be treated as a flower,'...I'm a gardener for 20 years....' when the husband intervened 'I thought you were a teacher all this while!'..hahaha...

With our stomach growling, Karen and myself resorted to cutting the queue and gettin us food to stuff-in since the official ceremony haven't started. And I was afraid by the time they actually serve us dinner, I might be a skeleton, out of starvation! After fulfilling my hunger(temporarily) we indulged in intelligent conversation on checking out the guys that were present. Coming out in conclusion that the guys mostly either to short or too young.

The engagement  kicked start when the groom and his entourage of family was received by the bride's family accompanied by the beats of dhol. Arvind took his 'throne' at the beautifully decorated swing awaiting his bride.Jess made a lovely entrance(with a background music that I don't seem to remember) escorted by her brother and sister. She was so nervous and beautiful at the same time.  Taking her place next to Arvind they started a mehendi ceremony where Jess's mother-in-law put on some mehendi on her hand and Jess takes her turn to pun on mehendi on 12 young girls. Her mother-in-law placed a chuni on her head(a head scarf presented to the bride from groom's mum). Finally they exchanged rings witnessed by 300 guests or at least the ones who were not busy eyeing the buffet tables. In the background, there was a slide show of Jess and Arvind photos taken by her brother to mark their 7 years together  and famous Hindi love songs. And we were busy filling up the plates with gulab jamuns, barfis and foods set on the buffet table which was conveniently behind us interfered only when we paused long enough to pose for a picture. Dinner was nice but only vegetarian dishes served as groom's family were vegetarians. I only missed out on the ABC  because the long queue and I was lazy and polite enough not to cut queue again =P.

There were also awesome performances by a dance group 'Bombay Rockers'.They made me tired just looking at their performances; they can really move it and shake it like you cannot believe it! Kavitha was so excited that she decided to get their business card to hire them for her wedding(which is inevitably not in the nearest future!).

With the night still being young(as per the words of the MC), they started the dance floor!Woohooo!That's what we have been waiting for! Without the fear of our sarees falling off we grooved for the Punjabi tunes the DJ spinned.90% of the songs were unknown  to Kavitha and me but thanks to Karen and Jusrup who were busy showing us the moves =D.








Thursday, December 3, 2009

Plain as a Vanilla....

Plain as a vanilla...one of my friends had said the caption during our recent conversation. It struck a chord in me. Made me ask myself 'Am I plain as a vanilla?'. It doesn't matter if its in the  point of view of a girl or a guy.

Would someone describe me 'Plain as a vanilla'? Has my life been colourful like the Paddlepop rainbow ice-cream? Do i intrigue a different taste in people whom I had the chance to bump into?

A simple four word phrase uttered by my friend is haunting my thoughts. Never a person who actually cares what the world thinks. Lead my own way or let the fate lead its way when I'm lost. Springing out surprises when people least expects. But now I find myself more self-conscious because this four word phrase that seem to have rocked the core of my existence in the world(yet again I'm exaggerating myself here=P).Questioning myself, Am I the person I believed I am. Or  would I not be able to recognize myself when seen through the eyes of others.

Am I plain as vanilla? I think that's one question not answerable by me but depends on views of others.=).

A question that only I can answer...Years from now, when I decide to look back; asking myself; Will I change anything about my life? And hopefully without a hint of regret I would be able to say NO.

adios for now
Piria=)